[ Ozpin issues his warning in that strained, patient, pointed tone of voice and Ford slides his gaze over to the trio of vials lined up on his workbench, each one filled with a viscous black liquid. ]
Ah-- of course. I'll take care to avoid contact with it.
[ He should probably get rid of it. Can Grimm spawn from such a small source? He doesn't think he wants to find out - not while it's in his basement, at least. ]
[ That's good enough for him. Ozpin has far too many other things to worry about now to trouble himself with what Stanford's already done, or was planning to do. He is too busy worrying that the man has spoken to her. Offered her information. They are neighbors.
And he shall have to do something about it. He knows this with heavy, terrible certainty. He is unlikely to survive, but his odds are better than most. And it is, in the end, his burden to bear. ]
Good. This is... [ He trails off, hanging silent a moment, then exhales a tiny sigh. When he speaks, there is resignation in it beneath the strain. ] I'm afraid her arrival as a Sleeper constitutes a worst-case scenario. Please stay as safe as you can.
no subject
Ah-- of course. I'll take care to avoid contact with it.
[ He should probably get rid of it. Can Grimm spawn from such a small source? He doesn't think he wants to find out - not while it's in his basement, at least. ]
no subject
And he shall have to do something about it. He knows this with heavy, terrible certainty. He is unlikely to survive, but his odds are better than most. And it is, in the end, his burden to bear. ]
Good. This is... [ He trails off, hanging silent a moment, then exhales a tiny sigh. When he speaks, there is resignation in it beneath the strain. ] I'm afraid her arrival as a Sleeper constitutes a worst-case scenario. Please stay as safe as you can.